Broken Thoughts… Don’t Wanna Mess With Me…

The fog is thick against my calloused skin
An armor I’m supposed to wear with pride
Ashamed to admit it doesn’t make me
Feel any better about this life
Experiences are all we are made of
Cold and calculated
Broken hearted
Smile the pain away one more time
As this life ticks away
Every second one more reason
Every minute just how it is
A burn victim with no symptoms
The skin fits tight against my frame
Slowly living myself away
Invisible scars are all I have
To keep me warm at night
Against the fog, against the pain
We are all here to suffer
Think I’ve earned my place by now

The whole thing has left me rather exhausted…

Easier to pick the body apart as it rots
As she
As she feeds piece by piece
Picking apart all the things I thought
As she
As she tears me apart
Still have crimes to answer for
Just because I don’t say them
Doesn’t mean they don’t consume me
A constant nightmare played out in my head
Easier to swallow it whole before it rots
As she
As she constricts my soul
Choking me with all my thoughts
As she
As she tears me apart

I have felt worse things…

Chasing a new kind of enemy
A darkness that surrounds me
Storm clouds rolling in
The thunder shakes the ground
Lightning trying to strike me down
A hate that comes from within
Chasing storms as they roll in
A new kind of enemy
Hailing down upon me
Tornado approaches
Standing my ground
No more running from my creation
Suffering through a new kind of destruction
Waiting out the storm that is myself

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